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“That’s exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.”

— Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere

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Sick ~ pt. 2 {P.L.}

Summary: You’re sick with a bad cold, but you didn’t want your werewolf of a boyfriend to cuddle you, only to end up having to fix the feelings that you hurt.

Warnings: maybe a small bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count: 1099

Note: Hey, sorry this took a while to write, I know a few of you wanted a pt. 2 to this, so here you go! Hope you enjoy!

*Do not steal or copyright my work pls and thank you*

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You ran your hands over your face as you sat there contemplating on what you were going to say.

You knew you hurt Paul bad, your words coming off a lot harsher than you had anticipated, but you needed to get out of his hold before your skin started melting off.

Okay…that was dramatic, but you get the point..

After a few more minutes, you finally got out of bed, first time all day, grabbing the tray that Paul had brought up half an hour ago, and a box of tissues as you headed downstairs.

You shivered softly as the house was a lot colder than you thought - though it was the mid December - your mind slipped freely of that idea.

You peeked around the doorway, seeing Paul in the recliner watching whatever show was on TV. You could tell by his expression though he wasn’t actually paying any attention to the show. You could tell he was somewhere else in his thoughts, whether it was about what you said to him, or something else, but either way you felt bad one of the options was because of you.

You snuck quietly into the kitchen, placing your bowl and glass into the sink. You took a wet wash cloth and wiped down the tray before putting it back in its usual spot.

You turned around determined to go talk to Paul, only for you to let out a little squeal and jump 5 ft. back as the man you wanted to see was already looking over you in the doorway.

“Jesus Paul, you scared the shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled as you knew your voice would fail you if you actually attempted to yell, your hand still resting on your chest.

“Oh, so now I scare you too, that’s great.” Paul mumbled to himself. It was very quiet, but you could still barely hear him and your heart broke at his words.

“What?! No, no, Paul, stop that. I’m sorry for what I said to you. I didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to even before we cuddled, but there was no way of doing it without hurting you.” You tried to explain, looking up at him, his facial expression dropping even more.

“You mean…you didn’t want to cuddle with me at all? I mean, sure it would’ve hurt me, but I’m not upset about what you said, I’m upset with myself for making you feel even more uncomfortable than you already feel.” He spoke sadly, his eyes averting to the floor.

You frown walking over to him placing your hands on his cheeks, “Hey, look at me..” You spoke softly as his head slowly rises to meet your gaze. “You shouldn’t be upset with yourself over that. It was my fault to start, not telling you how I felt, and what I did and didn’t want. I let you cuddle me. I knew I didn’t want it because I knew it would make me uncomfortable in the long run, but I put myself in that position. So stop blaming yourself my love.”

Paul let out a small whimper before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

“I can’t help it. You’re my lover, my soulmate, and the idea of making you uncomfortable in any situation just makes my heart sink into my ass.” He expresses, his lips meeting the top of your head with a gentle kiss

You couldn’t help yourself to laugh at the wording he used at the end.

“What’s so funny? I just admitted my feelings to you and you’re sitting here laughing at me?!” He asks pulling away looking at you amused.

You could tell he wasn’t mad, no, he was being sarcastic with you, and you couldn’t help yourself but to laugh harder.

“Your- Your heart sinks- into- into your ass?! Then what? Do you shit it out?” You asked through your laughter, your arms wrapping around your stomach, thinking you were the funniest person in the world at the moment.

Paul ran a hand over his face, shaking his head as he let out a small chuckle himself.

“This-this is why we can never be serious little miss.” Paul says reaching out tickling your side softly.

“Oh, i’m sorry, I’m not the one that just said his heart goes into his ass.” You say swatting his hand away that tickled you.

“And to answer your question, yes, i do shit it out and place it in a jar to keep.”

“Then you would be dead dumb ass!”

Your guys’ laughter echoed throughout the house, your heart feeling warm in that moment, appreciating how the two of you can communicate, pushing the hard feelings away within minutes and replacing it with love - or laughter in this case.

“Can you come cuddle me now?” You ask quietly once the laughter subsided, staring up at your imprint.

“But I don’t wa-“ He started but you cut him off. “I’m asking you to cuddle with me Paul. You won’t make me feel uncomfortable, I promise.”

You squeal has his large arms pick you up bridal-style, carrying you back upstairs.

“I could’ve walked myself, ya know.” You mused, your eyes never leaving your imprint.

“I know, but my princess is sick and shouldn’t have to walk herself back to bed though.” He says looking at you with a small smirk.

You shake your head smiling as you rest your head against his chest.

He reaches the room as he carefully places you on the bed, tucking you in with the thin blanket you wore before.

You watch as he walks over to the closet, pulling one of his sweatshirts over his head, hoping it would keep some of the heat confined behind the fabric, before crawling into bed next to you.

You knew the sweatshirt wouldn’t help much, but you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, your legs intertwining with his like they always do. You bury your face into his chest, sighing contently.

“I love you so much. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I love you more sweet girl. No need to apologize, you’re making up for it right now.” He spoke softly, smiling, leaning down to plant a kiss to the top of your head.

Yet another Disney movie played, as the two of you watched. His fingers ran softly through your hair as you held him close. Both of you are feeling happy and content in this moment.

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Ew, I feel like this lowkey sucks and I’m so sorry😭🤚

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Sick {Paul Lahote}

Summary: You fell sick with a really bad cold, but how were you supposed to tell your werewolf boyfriend you didn’t want him to cuddle you?

Warnings: none, just a sad Paul.

Word Count: 1059

(P.S. please don’t judge too hard if this is terrible, I haven’t written in a while and I’m a little rusty…)

*do not steal or copyright any of my work pls and thank you*

You woke up that morning feeling horrible. Your nose was so clogged you could barely breathe and you had the worst honking cough.

You laid in bed, curled into a ball watching your favorite Disney movie. You knew you should tell Paul, but you didn’t really want him at the moment. Don’t get it twisted, you loved Paul to death, I mean, he was your mate, but when you got sick like this, his body heat didn’t help.

You knew he would want to cuddle you, give you some scalp massages as he checked up on you every minute of the hour, but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

That is until you heard the front door opening.

“Y/N! Baby! Where are you?!” Paul shouted.

You knew he probably sensed you weren’t okay as he still had an hour before he usually got home from patrol. Probably talking Sam into letting him leave early.

“I’m upstairs!” You called out the best you could, your throat feeling raw from coughing.

You heard footsteps rush up the stairs and soon Paul’s tall figure stood in the doorway, scanning you over, a frown on his face.

“Baby…why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He asked softly as he made his way over to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned over kissing your forehead and cheek softly, checking if you had a fever.

“You’re burning up baby.” He spoke sadly, sitting up again to look at you.

You knew you weren’t a pretty sight as you hadn't gotten up at all that morning. Your hair probably a tangled mess, your nose probably red and chapped from how much you had to blow it and your face looking as pale as a ghost.

“I didn’t want to bother you..” You lied, as you spoke barely above a whisper. Your voice raspy as you knew you were probably gonna lose it soon.

“Baby, you wouldn’t be bothering me at all. I would rather be by your side taking care of you, than on patrol.” He says frowning at the idea of you being alone all morning like this.

You sigh as you rub your face sitting up, his hand coming down to softly push you back down.

“You’re not getting up baby. Whatever you need I’ll get for you. Now, have you eaten at all today?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head no as you leaned into his touch, his warmth radiating against your skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up and his figure disappears from the doorway.

You sigh as you curl back up into a ball, watching the movie again, guilt washing over you. You knew he would want to cuddle you, as his love language is definitely physical touch. Especially when it comes to taking care of you.

But you didn’t want his cuddles at the moment. Your skin was already burning underneath the thin blanket you chose, let alone having your own personal heater of a boyfriend coming to lay next to you.

You took a deep breath as you let that thought slip your mind for now, closing your eyes as your body needed sleep. That is until you struggled to breath again, groaning softly as you sat up, blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning.

A few minutes later you heard Paul coming back into the room with a small tray. On it sat a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of apple juice - your two favorite things to have when you were sick.

You smiled up at him as you sat up in bed, fluffing up the pillows behind your back to sit more comfortably.

Paul set the tray down carefully into your lap as you immediately dig into the soup, humming softly as the warmth from the soup soothed your throat.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you looked up at Paul.

“You’re welcome baby girl.” He says sitting down next to you as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head.

He looked over at the TV as he chuckled softly at the movie that was playing. “Should’ve known you were watching this.”

“It’s my favorite movie to watch when I’m sick.” You protested shooting daggers at him as he raised his hands up in defense.

“I know my love, I was just messing with you. Now finish up your soup and I’ll give you some well deserved cuddles, yeah?” He says leaning over kissing your cheek.

You nod as you put on a fake smile, sighing into the bite of soup you took. How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you don’t want him to cuddle you?

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It’s been 10 minutes now since you finished your soup and your boyfriend immediately pulling you into him to cuddle.

Your head laid on his chest, as your arms wrapped around his torso like you usually would. Your legs tangled with one another.

You will admit that it was nice for the first few minutes, sighing contently as you closed your eyes. But now, it was starting to become unbearable. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as you began to squirm uncomfortably.

“Paul, can you please let me go? I can’t do this anymore, you’re making my skin burn up more than it already is.” You mumbled as you tried to get out of his grip.

He looked down at you, hurt. He let go of you as you moved away from him, panting softly to yourself as you enjoyed the cold air hitting your body.

You knew Paul was hurt, and you didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, you just needed to get away from him.

Paul watched as you relaxed feeling terrible that he made you feel even more uncomfortable than you already were.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything..” He spoke barely above a whisper, as he leaned over, kissing the crown of your head softly, before getting up, exiting your room.

“Paul, don’t leave! I still want you with me.” You begged as you tried to reach out for him, but he continued to walk out your room, upset with himself that he made his girlfriend uncomfortable.

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I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!🫶

- Paige

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Barcelona (7/12) | Treat People With Kindness

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Barcelona (7/12) | Medicine

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Hello, my names Paige and welcome to my account!

I’ve been writing for years now and stopped when I started college. I’ve really missed writing tho and that was my get away from any stress and to let myself slip into a little fantasy world of making up my own characters/story.

I’m making this post though to say I’m a multi-fan account.

I’ve written for Harry Styles in the past, along with the Dolan Twins, Cole Sprouse, Sam and Colby and Luke Patterson/Charles Gillespie. Right now I’m obsessed with Twilight again (i swear, every year I get on a twilight high for about a month before I forget about it again😅) and would love to write about the pack. I’m willing to write about edward too, but if I’m being honest, I love the pack way more😅

If you’re wanting me to write anything/have any requests, don’t be afraid to leave a little something in my inbox.

I hope you enjoy this page or any of my writings in the future.

Love you all!

~ Paige🫶

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FINALLY

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thinking about joe’s sweet little headphones, he’s so babygirl 😭

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Missing Touch {L.P.}

Summary: You never wanted the boys finding out about you suffering with severe anxiety, but one night when Luke finds you having an attack alone in your room, it’s the hardest thing he’s had to deal with when it comes to touch.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, a couple swear words.

Word Count: 744

You have known the boys for a month now.

It took you a while to process the fact you were seeing 3 ghosts and your twin sister, Julie, was now forming a band with them.

You also couldn’t figure out how only you and Julie could see the boys; especially considering you didn’t really have a reasoning on how you could help the boys out. Julie was always the musician out of the both of you.

You weren’t complaining though. After getting to know the boys and slowly getting closer to them, you were happy to have them in your life. Especially Luke.

When you first met them, it seemed as though you and Luke clicked right away; a spark as some would say. He was the first person to go to when you had a problem you didn’t really want to tell anyone close to you about. And he was always coming to you about any band troubles.

The only thing the boys didn’t really know about you yet is how badly you suffered from anxiety. It’s not that you didn’t not want to tell them, you just didn’t want them worrying about you.

That all changed thought when Luke appeared one day while you were having an attack.

• ~ • ~ •

You knew exactly what had triggered your anxiety attack. The math test handed back to you this morning with the F that mocked back at you. You failed. You couldn’t believe it as you always have straight A’s, a 4.0 GPA and even on the honor roll a few times. AP Algebra has been the one subject that’s been nipping you in the ass. You were trying to hide it from your dad - deleting any emails sent to him right away - along with trying to hide it from your aunt Victoria. Though you knew the school probably talked to her about it already.

The attack came on fast as the feeling of stress soon consumed you, making you feel even more overwhelmed. You closed your eyes as you tried to focus on your breathing, but your chest only tightened on you more and the air escaped from your lungs quickly.

You hadn’t even noticed when Luke popped into your room, excited to tell you about a gig Julie and the phantoms had coming up this weekend.

But as soon as he saw you, the excitement quickly washed away and worry soon etched across his face.

He quickly rushed over to you instinctively, but when he went right through you, he realized the one thing he wanted to do, he couldn’t.

Sadness washed over him as he attempted one more time to pull you to him, knowing it would fail miserably.

He sat down as close to you as possible as he watched you.

“I don’t know what’s going on bug, but I know you’re strong enough to fight through it. Just focus on my voice and please don’t give up on those deep breaths.” He spoke softly catching your attention.

You look up at him as you let out a small gasp as he startled you. You shake your head as you didn’t want him to have to see you like this.

“Please…go.” You spoke out the best you could, another small gasp escaping past your lips.

“I’m not leaving Y/N. You shouldn’t be alone like this.” Luke says moving his hand to place on top of yours, ignoring the fact it didn’t actually touch you.

“I-I’m fine…please. just go.” You mumbled as you looked away from him, moving your knees to be tucked close to your chest.

“You can argue with me all you want, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you bug.” Luke spoke to you in a gentle tone and you couldn’t argue with him that just him being there made your stress slowly wash away.

You didn’t want him seeing you like this, but there wasn’t much you couldn’t do about it. It’s not like you could push him out of your room or something.

Luke watched as you struggled to catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks. He hated how he couldn’t hold you. That’s all he wanted to do. Hug you and whisper nonsense into your ear until you were okay again.

But he couldn’t. Missing touch was the hardest thing Luke had to come to terms with as a ghost.

…the one thing he missed the most.

•~•~•~

Note: I haven’t wrote a fanfic in a long time, so please be nice.🙃

#luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson fluff #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie imagines #charlie gillespie fluff #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp imagine

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Anyways happy Black History Month!

Remember to support Black people! Not just famous black people, but Black people in your everyday life. Elevate their voices. Listen to them. Black men, women and nonbinary people. Lightskin and darkskin Black people. Disabled Black people, Black people with all sorts of conditions. LGBTQ+ and cishet Black people. Black people all over the world.

Not just February, but every day of every month, every year.

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Hello everyone!

So sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted, I’ve just been focused on school and seeing my family and friends.

However, tomorrow night I am going to be doing a blurb night!!🥳

Soo, please send in any requests you want be to write about and I will!

I would like to remind you I am a multi-fandom account. I know most of my fans are Harry Styles fans, which I do not mind writing for him at all, but I will also write for:

Sam and Colby

Kian and Jc

+ anyone else you would like!

I will say, if you are an anime fan or Marvel fan, I have never watched any thing of the sorts, so if you want to read that, I would try to find a different account.

I can’t wait to write again for you guys!

I hope everyone has a good rest of their day/night!

~Paige🤍

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listen. if u like/reblog my posts fairly frequently, u better believe that i have noticed ok. even if we don’t ever talk. if we aren’t even mutuals! doesn’t matter. i see you. i see your URL pop up in my notifications every so often. and when it does? oh, when it does……… i’m like “oh hey there’s my buddy! gee i sure missed u pal!” and i get real happy for a minute ok. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

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Forever | Chapter one

Harry is a gang leader — but he’s also a single dad. What does he need? A nanny. His 4 year old daughter, Harlow, is the only thing he cares about. The gang doesn’t even come close to his love for his baby girl. But when he meets Pyper Yara, his life flips upside down. And for the better.

Harry Styles x OC | masterlist | WARNINGS: guns and violence mentioned!

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Pyper Yara is one of a kind.

She’s smart, beautiful and really weird. She had long, gorgeous black hair and that she never brushes, she wears these poofy skirts that she nearly trips over in but she’s never once seen without them. Pyper has an unlimited amount of knowledge of anything and everything. The only reasons she’s not in college right now is because she’s exploring herself (and she’s very poor.) Pyper may be smart, but she does love a bit of shopping every now and again.

That shopping has led her here. She’s always loved children and hoped to have a few of her own one day, but she never saw herself working with them. That was until her friend, Niall was in dire need of some assistance and she didn’t have a job at a time. So he basically volunteered her for the gig. Minding a two year old four days a week.

So when Niall’s baby boy was ready for pre school, he recommended Pyper to some of his other friends and colleagues.

Harry is cranky, stubborn and frankly one of the rudest mean Niall has ever met. But his little girl Harlow was the cutest and smarted four year old and deserved a good Nanny.

Harry is cranky, stubborn and frankly one of the rudest mean Niall has ever met. But his little girl Harlow was the cutest and smarted four year old and deserved a good Nanny.

“She doesn’t need a fucking nanny.” Harry said, picking up a gun from his desk. Niall raised an eyebrow and pointed to the gun.

“She so does. She barely gets on supervision, Harry. I know you’re doing your best, but she needs someone looking after her 24/7. You have guns laying around and enemies at every corner.” Niall reasoned and Harry sighed sitting on the edge of his desk. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Pyper Yara. 23, smart, kind. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and she’s really fucking good with kids. She’ll protect Harlow with her life.”

Harry sighed, “Harlow!” Harry called out and she waddled into the room.

Harry had a lot of one night stands. One that resulted in a pregnancy. Of course he got a paternity test, but Harlow is all Harry. Curls, eyes, smile. The mother didn’t want anything to do with Harlow, so Harry’s a single dad — also a gang leader, so being busy is an understatement. Harlow brightens his days and he’s so thankful for her. He probably wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for her.

“Hi, dada.” Harlow said, climbing into Harry’s lap. He smiled, which always surprises Niall. Harlow is Harry’s little love, always will be.

“I have a question, ok?”

Harlow nodded, laying her head against Harry’s chest.

“Would you like someone to come and play with you everyday? And she would sleepover too? Would you like that?” Harry asked and Harlow squealed.

“Like a princess to mind me?”

Harry bit his lip — Harlow thought every woman was a princess, which was pretty cute at the start but she doesn’t seem to be growing out of this phase. Harlow is obsessed with everything princess. She even has a princess bed, Harry had his men put together.

“Yeah, a princess with wake you up and make you breakfasts, play with you. Would you like that?”

“Please, daddy! Is she Rapunzel? Or maybe she’s like Ariel!” Harlow babbled and Niall nodded, winking at Harry.

Niall 🐭: I’ve got a job for you. I’ll send you the address. No interview needed. Niall.

Pyper: you’re amazing. appreciate this and you. also i know who you are, don’t need to sign off your text.

Niall laughed to himself as he pocketed his phone. Pyper would be good for Harlow…. and maybe Harry too.

Pyper loved her small apartment, it’s cozy and she kind of likes the claustrophobic feel to it. But living with a rich guy? Way better than this. Pyper was told to be ready at 8 AM sharp, drive to the address and then people would come to move her stuff into her room at this guys home.

Niall had only given her minimal information. Just that it’s a little girl called Harlow and her dads a rich prick.

Hopefully they don’t step on each other’s toes.

Pyper dress herself in a long, black skirt that had little patterns on it, a crop top and a bunch of jewellery. When she was younger she used to get bullied for her body hair and her parents were never very present so they best thing she could do was cover her arms with bracelets. Now, shes more comfortable with herself and know body hair is natural. But the jewellery just stuck.

After putting her hoops in, she placed a little lip gloss on and then put her trusty black boots on.

Niall 🐭: don’t dress weird.

Pyper looked at herself in the mirror and at her outfit. She shrugged and grabbed her tote bag dashing for the door.

She had to take the bus into town, walk ten minutes and then take another bus and then walk five minutes from the bus stop to the house, so she had a long journey a head of her.

“When will the princess be here, daddy?” Harlow asked, as she played on the floor of his office. Harry was currently doing some background checks on her, so far so good. She wasn’t bad to look at either, a little quirky but he could see past that.

“She’ll be here in an hour, lovey. She can’t want to meet you.” Harry said and Harlow squealed, going back to playing with her barbies.

“What are you playing?”

“Imaginary world. I’m the gang princess.” She said matter of factly.

Harry choked on his own spit, “Gang princess?”

Harlow nodded and went back to playing. Niall was very much right, he needed this Nanny.

“Don’t worry about this. He can be sort of hostile, but he’s like that with everyone.” Niall said, walking Pyper towards Mr Styles’ office.

“I’ve dealt with worse, like your son for example.” Pyper said and Niall rolled his eyes.

“You love my son.”

He opened the door and then sat a God. Pyper was sure she was drooling. Long hair, muscles of steel and a dad? He was made for her.

“Oh my god! Princess Tiana!” Harlow squealed jumping into her arms. Pyper giggled and got down on her knees.

Harry was waiting for her to break Harlow’s heart. This was a test.

“That’s a secret ok? When we’re around adults I go by Pyper.” Pyper said and Harlow nodded with wide eyes.

Harry bit his lip and watch as they interacted. Niall walked over to him and smirked.

“I’m gonna marry her.” Harry said and Niall tripped over his feet.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead.”

#ahhh i love this!!! #😭🤚

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reblog if you’d like one of these in your inbox

- ask me things you want to know about me

- why you follow me

- what’s on your mind/what you’re thinking about

- a compliment

- make me choose between two things

- ask for advice

- tell me a secret

- things you associate me with

- anything!!!!

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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

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Aww thank you so much hun🥺

I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it🤍

I was gonna make them get back together at the end, buttt then i changed my mind hehe😈

Silent Treatment {III}

Summary: Harry has been giving you attitude recently for trying to help him when you get fed up, giving him the silent treatment.

Warnings: Swearing, sad asf, angst.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: Grab your tissues because this one is heart wrenching.🥲 pt. 1 and 2 here: one & two.

3 weeks ago is when you left Harry. Those three weeks have been relaxing, but also painful. You missed Harry a lot. You missed having him by your side almost every hour ever every day because he was just that clingy. You missed his scent, his touch, his lips against yours and his happiness about life. You missed him randomly singing throughout the house, especially with how excited he would get when you joined him. You missed every aspect of him. 

But every time you thought about him, you would instantly shut out those thoughts and start to think about how terribly he had treated you three weeks ago. You didn’t deserve to be treated the way he treated you. He pushed you away and made you feel like absolute shit. He wasn’t the Harry you fell in love with.

The thought of ending things hurt tremendously, but you knew it would be the best for the two of you. You couldn’t lose Harry forever, hoping for your friendship to stay strong, but the romantic side of things was slowly getting worse and worse. Your reason for knowing why you fell in love with him in the first place becoming harder for you to remember.

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